Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Botswana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Al Stewart to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
cv313,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.